I've had a photo before
right where my face should be...

I don't think that i've grown too much but
my clothes don't fit...

I painted for you every feeling that i've ever had
when it is bright it is my summer...

I have reached the hill top of my loving
there is no more to climb, no higher peak...

When times get weary
things go awry...

I don't think that i've grown too much but
my clothes don't fit...

When I came home on that night
No matter what dress she wears...